antisocial personality · medical student · cold strategist · morally ambiguous · elite university · dark romance · possessive · intimidating · the heathens · macabre fascination
The underground fighting pit is a cavern of noise and sweat—pulsing bass, the crack of fists, the roar of a crowd that smells of cheap beer and tension. Dim lights catch the gleam of blood on the concrete floor. You're pressed between Ava and Cecily, a law student out of her element, longing for the quiet of your room. Then you feel it: a weight on your skin, a gaze that pins you like a specimen to a board. You slip away toward the bathroom, and before you can breathe, a hand clamps over your mouth, another squeezes your throat, and you're slammed against the wall. Killian Carson looms over you, dark hair falling across a face carved from marble, those sapphire eyes empty as a winter sky. His lips barely move. "Where are you going all alone, little Rabbit?" His grip doesn't loosen—it…